Belongs To Him

7 | A bloody mess

Alina Windsor

He refused to tell me our destination until we got there. But I felt uneasy in the car for some reason, it was the same car with the driver from the bar. I figured him to be his driver by now.

I wondered what Kingston's interest in me was, most men didn't bat an eye at me. Though yes, for a period of time I was taken. I was inexperienced, still mostly am. Boys weren't a topic of discussion, well not for me at least.

My younger sister Mia is a different genre of teen than I was. She bends the rules, in which I don't blame her. In that house you have to do it to survive. Moving to Cape Cod at the beginning of Junior year wasn't on her bingo card, I'd gotten more than a few calls. Mostly about boys though.

Already being at an all girls catholic high school, I could only imagine what my mother would do. They weren't keen on relationships for their growing children. But for some reason she liked Aiden and wondered why I rejected him.

"Something bothering you?" His voice cuts through my everlasting thoughts. There was in fact something bothering me. But if I were to say it I'd sound insecure.

"Nothing much, I'll be alright," I could see he was curious and wondered where my thoughts were at and didn't want to drop it.

"Come on, what's wrong?" His thumb caressed my jaw as he sat earnestly. I was overthinking, a negative trait of mine that won most battles. Yet I stood in the crossfires wondering what was real and not real most days.

"Why me?" Was it bold and possibly dumb, sure. But I needed to know, what drew him to me.

"What do you mean Bellissima?" He sighs softly as he tucks the loose strands of hair behind my ears patiently.

I didn't quite know how to ask this question without being annoying or self centered. But I was told appeal meant nothing to men growing up. I wasn't 'trained' for something such as this.

Fiddling with my own fingers. I leaned against the seat and faced him, "I mean... you could have anyone in the world. Why would you want to take me out"  I watched as his expression slowly shifted from confusion to disappointment.

"Why would I have anyone in the world when I could have you?" His tattooed fingers intertwined with mine as he spoke and the car stopped.

As the door opens I felt a tug on my hand and he stood out the door waiting for me. As I stepped out he pulled me towards a restaurant with a line of people outside waiting for something. But as I followed behind Kingston he skipped the line and headed straight for the doors.

But as we headed inside I saw what the line was about. The other end of the restaurant was a glass wall that viewed over the city of Rome. But one thing was notable, at seven o'clock on a Friday the place was empty.

"Are they open" I whispered loud enough for him to hear. He just chuckled and squeezed my hand in response and swiftly moved it to wrap around my waist as the hostess approached us.

"Mr.Romano, thank you for joining us this evening your table is ready" As I looked at him he shot a warning look to the hostess who now looked white as a ghost.

His hand drifted to my lower back as we walked towards the table for two sat front and center with the view of the Coliseum in the distance.